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I am driving down a tunnel or hall just as fast as I can. Someone is riding shotgun. I don't know if the
vehicle is more a car or a golf cart since the front is exposed.
The walls of the tunnel are spontaneously bursting into flame just behind me! as if the fire is trying to
catch up with us and engulf us. I feel a bit panicked but I just put the pedal to the metal and race
ahead until I see the end of the hall -- i.e. safety.
Cut: I am on a tennis court in the evening. It reminds me of the court I used to play on in high school,
near our apartment. My turkish blues guitarist friend is coming. (This is almsot a quote from a
previous dream: 9/02/05). He finally opens the metal mesh gate and walks in, followed closely by a
tall and lumbering acquaintance from my high school American section. They are carrying a bunch of
stuff with them. He doesn't immediately greet me, his old friend, which is strange. "Before we start,
here's these," he says.
At the side of the court he unrolls a canvas banner. It has brass grommets along the top. The white
banner shows color pics in different monochrome tints, of 4 slightly different vertical slices of his face.
Artistically, it's quite interesting. I check it out carefully, figuring out in my head what the Photoshop
steps would have been to create it. His friend also hands me a bunch of small glossy full color flyers.
I wake up, unsure if I am supposed to replicate this banner and these handouts. I go back to sleep.
Cut: I see a rough hand drawn map of a street in NYC. A voice tells me it's about "Strategic Oil" and
it's "far into Broadway". The map shows a star, and it's down near the bottom end of the road, like
it's "not quite to Broadway". [On waking I think this refers to the project "TANKED", which is about the
oil issue and is not quite theater ready. Also the star would have been located around the
Greenwich Village area/Soho.. i.e Off Off Broadway.]
Cut: I am on the top landing of some stairs. A small party is going on. Twenty somethings. A guy
and a girl next to me have been dancing on the slippery parquet floor. Suddenly, she takes a tumble.
She lands on her back! The two of them burst into gales of laughter. He's laughing so hard that he
walks into the next room. It's delightfully hilarious.
Cut: I am at my childhood house on Hanover Road. At the front edge of the lawn, behind the rock
wall, I must be crouched down to snake p.o.v. When I look to the side, a couple of tree stumps
suddenly blink on, like they have white XMas twinkle lights strung inside them... It's like a miniature
fairy city or something...
watched Ghost Rider that night... and then I had a fiery argument with T, hopefully it will pass soon